Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

                              Raptures of the depths Had I heard  Or my mind played me tricks  Had I sensed it The drag  Or my head is just messed up  Faded whispers Hushes extinct  Deadness in the plainest of terms   The rush of silence that’d followed  It was deafening  A lot too loud  It almost became rhythm  The faded breaths becoming lyrics  Both twined into melody  Birthing a strange tune  Soothing to my ears Pleasing to my soul  Then it all vanished From my head that is The heights faded  Fear swept away  And the breeze that’d been still  Became a whirlwind then  I was caught in Hardly a moment left to comprehension  Expanses shrunk  And in a most beckoning of voices  I heard the call T...

Possessed "...all you thought I wasn't,  All I've always been,  The sweetness you lack,  The venom to smother you. Your blindness kept you away, Your fears shut you out, You were buried deep in, You couldn't notice. Here I am, Right before you...."  Qetsiyah©  "It's been years. Fifteen long years since the worst of it all. You'll be fine. Just damn it all." I try telling myself this over and over again while staring blankly at Mayowa who is seemingly absorbed in his own reassuring words. He must think I'm actually listening to him considering he's not even slowing it down the least.  "I can't." I cut in, putting my hand up to stop him. Making a gesture of my fingers to point at the both of us, I shake my head still,  "We...can't." Then I reach for my handbag beside me on the bench, sling it across my shoulder and shut my eyes as he lets out an exasperated gasp. Whoever sai...

Some days, we find ourselves in our deep ends; lost as we try to grasp onto anything which can reassure us we do exist after all (Or maybe this is just me). There's a depth we all never wish to fall into, but then we find ourselves trailing that path, slipping away slowly. These are dark days. Days when we find it hardest to put on our smiles, not even the fakest of grins. Nothing just fits and we just want to kick and scream at whoever, whatever. Just never us. When we try to hold a meaningful conversation in these dark moments, it ends as though the universe is turned against us and then that peaceful chat we stopped to have with that ordinarily amazing person turns into a pissed conversation and most times we walk off, mad at them of cour...